I hate Roses || a SkepHalo fanfic

Day one

9-11-21

Skeppy's pov:

It was September 11th, and it was a Saturday night. I just got done filming a YouTube video with my best friend, Bad. We talk for a few more minutes in the call until I hear him talk. "Alright Skeppy I think I'm going to head to bed, goodnight you muffin head!" I could help but smile, I love hearing his voice. And God... That nickname, I love it. I respond with "Aw alright Bad goodnight, sleep well!" I hear him chuckle a bit. God... that laugh, he's adorable. "Get some sleep Skeppy, I mean it don't be up all night again." He says in a serious but yet playful tone. "Alright Bad, I will! Goodnight" I say. "Alright thank you, Love you Muffin!" Oh god, his sleepy voice. I pause for a few seconds before saying "Love you too!" He leaves the call.

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I was up for a good few hours, it was now 3 AM. I couldn't sleep so I decide to go for a little walk, "there's a park not too far from my apartment so I'll just go there" I say to myself. I grab a light blue hoodie, my phone, keys, and bag then head out the door.

As I'm walking a get a text from A6d, he must of just woke up.

A6d

Hey Zak, sorry I left you on delivered for so long I was sleeping! But what're you up to?

Skep

Oh no your fine man, I'm just going for a walk atm!

A6d

At what like...3:16 in the morning? Shouldn't you be sleeping?

Skep

Yeah, I should be, but I just can't sleep. Anyways I'll text you later I'm almost at the park!

I lied; I just didn't want to text at the time. I grab my headphone from my bag and put them on. As I'm walking, I start to hum to the song, the humming slowly turns into me quietly singing.

Kristen, come right back

I've been waiting for you to slip back in bed

When you light the candle

I was just about to pass the coffee shop and noticed it was still open, so I quickly decided to step in to grab a coffee and quick snack. "Hello sir! How are you?" A sweet British boy asked. "Hello! I'm doing well, you?" I ask politely, he responds with "I'm doing pretty well! How may I get you started tonight sir?" I look at the menu for a second, then back at the young British boy. "May I get a uh Strawberry Frappuccino and do you still have cake pops available?" I ask. "Yes, we do! We have strawberry, chocolate, and vanilla still available!" He says with joy in his voice.

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I get to the park at 3:30 and find a park bench to just sit down and enjoy my food and drink. Once I finished both my drink and food I start to walk on the path. As I was walking, I saw a notebook with a white outline of a rose with thorns carved into the black leather. I get curious and decide to pick it up which I instantly regret, my head starts to hurt really bad. I notice I start floating off the ground a bit? "What the fuck... What kind of notebook is this?" I ask myself, as I'm in the air vines started wrapping around my wrists and legs. They finally stop at my rib cage, once they reached my rib cage, I felt a sharp excruciating pain all over where the vines were. Thorns were piercing into my skin, the vines soon traveled up to my neck and wrapped around it tight. I was soon not able to breathe and fainted. 

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I wake up by the feeling of being shaken, my eyes open slowly to a tall man with a green hoodie on. I blink a few times to get adjusted to the light and I notice who it was. "Clay...?" I ask in a raspy voice. "Skeppy, are you okay?? What happened? I found you just laying here!" He asks in a very worried voice, I felt bad for the guy. I mean I couldn't possibly tell him what actually happened, he wouldn't believe me. I mean come on seriously, who would even believe that a notebook can make someone faint.  I think for a few seconds on what I should say and reply with "Oh uh I was on a um walk, then out of nowhere I just felt really tired-" I pause scratching the back of my neck, "then I just pass out from being so tired, yeah that's what happened! I'm okay" I lied, I wasn't really tired or okay in any way. I just wanted to go home and talk with Bad... "Thank god! Here let's get you home, yea? You need to get some rest; you're not looking to great." He exclaims "Oh gee thanks man, but honestly I'm always looking my best" I say with a smirk that leads to Clay rolling his eyes and I receive a comment from him "Oh shut it" which leads me to chuckling a bit. 

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